Chapter 108: The stars are bright and the night will be bright
Yuzuru is rubbing the shoulders of Yukiko Miyamoto. This little brat learned the shoulder-rubbing technique from somewhere. His fingers dance vigorously up and down, and veins appear on his thin arms. The massage of each acupuncture point is just right, making Yukiko happy.
Lying comfortably on the pillow and moaning, most of the grievance in my heart was relieved, and I just had to hold my throat and say, "Young man, I don't want to poke you when you serve me, I want you to be rewarded by my mother-in-law."
This is not a service that everyone can enjoy.
Yu Xian is not a central air conditioner. If other women were depressed, he would just turn a blind eye, but Miyamoto Yukiko was depressed, and that wouldn't work.
If you are a man, you have to go to her, comfort her, coax her, give her a warm little prince hug and 1,800 sets of service skills. It will be over when she smiles. If it doesn't work, there is the ultimate killer weapon - Xiaoyu gives her
The whole thing - backflip! Go! Ignore!
After this set of massage, there was a small amount of sweat on Yu Xian's forehead, and his fingers were a little sore, but the touch from his fingertips was very good.
As the acupuncture points were opened from top to bottom, her whole body went from being slightly resistant at the beginning to feeling relaxed and happy.
As if being squeezed dry, Yu Xian lay on the bed shaking his hands and panting slightly.
I haven’t played the piano or the violin for a long time. My hands were a bit sore due to excessive exertion. Before I could recover, I played another Requiem on her body. It was literally two bites.
A big steamed bun - too much to eat.
Miyamoto Yukiko turned sideways towards Yu Xianzhisheng, resting her head on her arms, staring at him with a smile, the corners of her mouth curved beautifully, but she remembered the phone call just now, and frowned
Sigh softly.
"To go or not to go, that is the question." Yu Xian said naively.
"No." Miyamoto Yukiko raised an eyebrow, "Or do you think I will steal things in a convenience store?"
"I certainly don't think so."
Yu Xian shook his head naively, "But I think it's better to explain it clearly. If you do this, you will only become more and more unhappy. I read in a book that a woman would rather be a shrew than a resentful woman.
, if the anger is held in your heart and cannot be released, you will be the one who gets hurt in the end."
Miyamoto Yukiko fell into hesitation.
The caller just now was from the Narita District Police Station, which made her a little flustered, and she began to recall in her mind whether she had accidentally taken anything away from the convenience store.
She firmly believed in her heart, but she did not dare to disobey the orders issued by the police station.
She was actually calm enough. If she were any ordinary citizen, if she heard that the police station asked her to go there by herself, she would definitely put on her clothes and run over without saying a word. People's obedience to authority is absolute, and this is "resistance".
This concept only exists in TV series.
"I'll go by myself tomorrow, it's not safe at night." Miyamoto Yukiko discussed, "Every time I call you at night, I always have a feeling that something is wrong."
Yu Xian was childish and silent.
Your intuition is very accurate. Just feel something is wrong. Yuan and Yilong told themselves that these people are gangsters from the Dragon and Tiger Club in Narita District. None of them are good. They can even collude with the police station.
As the granddaughter of Masao Miyamoto and the Valkyrie of the Miyamoto family, it is true that Yukiko is very good at fighting, but under that kind of authority, does she really dare to take action? What's more, if she does, can she really fight one against a hundred?
?
Huge beasts like elephants are afraid of ants swarming and biting her. What's more, she is just a woman who is tired and struggling for life.
Why did the other party act like this? Is it just to collect debt?
But it doesn’t look like it. This kind of debt that destroys the spirit of the contract is unreasonable. Violent debt collection itself is illegal, and people who can cross the law to issue orders, and people related to this matter,
There is and only one.
Only she can mobilize the Dragon and Tiger Club in Narita District.
The charming woman in the red dress appeared in Yu Xian's childish mind, and he remembered her holding his hand in the hospital. He couldn't help but feel sick in his heart. He instinctively felt that this matter should have something to do with him, but at present
It’s still not certain, Rina Ryoko is probably not interested in debts. The purpose of the Narita District Dragon and Tiger Club this time is obviously different from the gang of gangsters who came to collect debts last time.
Fortunately, Youyuan and Yilong solved the problem for him and nipped this risk in the bud. Otherwise, he really didn't dare to think about what would happen.
He gradually realized the importance of rights. Without rights, he could not protect anyone, and without rights, he could not be a person at the card table. He did not want anyone to control his destiny, let alone anyone to disturb his and Xuezi's life.
This is an era where the weak cannot survive. Only power and power can build real defense barriers.
For himself, the way to gain power is right in front of him. He has been ranked No. 1 in Tokyo for three consecutive years, entered the Zenith Maple Garden, and become the object of power cultivation by the National Council of Ministers.
But there is a simpler and faster way in front of us.
Just like what Yuan and Yilong said, as long as you can make Miss Kurobutou fall in love with you, if you marry her, you will be the young master of the Yuan family, the Yuan family is yours, the Twelve Thrones are yours, and the whole of Tokyo
The west is yours.
He felt it was too simple. He didn't pay much, just a little love. He just needed to defeat Black Mutong. He was confident and certain that he could succeed, but she was not an NPC in the game, but a living person.
When she talks to herself, she is like a gentle sister who takes care of her incompetent younger brother. She is arrogant, but very cute.
Sacrificing one's feelings to protect the person you want to protect is a difficult choice, because he doesn't like Kuro Mu Tong very much, all he has is the affection between companions, and a little bit of strong care for her.
dependence.
Should he do this? He couldn't find the answer in his heart.
"Go ahead, I'll go with you." Yu Xian said innocently, "After explaining everything, come back and go to bed. It's hard to keep things in mind, not to mention, I want to eat butter bread."
"Butter bread?" Yukiko Miyamoto was stunned.
Convenience stores do sell butter bread. Expired ones are bundled and thrown into the trash can, waiting for homeless people to pick them up. Cream bread is not a valuable thing, and ordinary children rarely eat it.
"Do you like butter bread?" Yukiko Miyamoto asked.
"No, I don't like it, I just want to eat it suddenly. I haven't eaten it before." Yu Xian said naively.
"Are there no welfare homes?" Yukiko Miyamoto was confused.
Yu Xian was silent for a while and nodded.
In fact, there was, but the bread he won was given to other children to eat, and he only tasted it.
In that nutritionally deficient environment, butter bread was the dream of all children, and he was no exception.
But he will be very happy when he sees others eating it, and it doesn't matter if he can't eat it himself.
It's not true that she wants to eat butter bread tonight, but it's true that she wants her to go out and vent her anger. She really can't stand the grievance and depressed look. It's useless to comfort her at this time. Just find a reason to push her forward.
Already.
Besides, the danger has been eliminated, so you can just go and have fun.
"Then let's go and buy you some butter bread!" Yukiko Miyamoto said with a smile.
"Who can get to the car first!" Yu Xian said loudly.
At this moment, joy bloomed in the hearts of the two people. Before the sadness and depression could conquer the woman, they were thrown out of her heart. There is nothing difficult in life. Explain it clearly and give it to yourself.
Buy butter bread for your baby, nothing more, nothing can stop you from pampering him, as long as he wants it.
The two people jumped up from the bed and ran up the second floor one after the other. The house was twisting and deforming due to their excitement. The floor under their feet was stepped on and screamed, and the wind in the shadow of the trees blew a warm whistle.
Voice.
There is also rain, and the rain turns into a gentle sword, piercing the dark night earth.
The darkness of this era is thick and stirring underground, and the neon lights emitted for profit are intoxicating on the ground. People gather and separate. It seems lively, but it is fake like a masked dance. The true love is washed into the sewer by the water, and it is difficult to
Search.
But it has nothing to do with the two people running.
There are no interests, no desires, no demands, only the inextricable loneliness intertwined with each other, forming a huge cocoon, wrapping the happiness of the two people, rolling forward vigorously.
The door was pushed open with a bang, and a whole pool of hot air flowed out. The two mermaids slid out, leaning against the car, breathing heavily, pointing at each other and laughing.
"Get in the car! Let's go!" Yu Xian waved his childish little hand.
"The order is received!" Yukiko Miyamoto took a general-like step, and with a majestic attitude, she opened the car door and got in.
She turned the engine on.
Next to him, Yuxian Zhisheng said loudly: "The first procedure has been started."
Xuezi was embarrassed.
When she was embarrassed, Yu Xian was also embarrassed and quickly poked her waist.
"Hey!" Xuezi shouted while fastening her seat belt, "The engine has been started and the enemy has not been detected yet!"
"Charge!" Yu Xian's child waved forward.
The car made a cheerful sound on the road.
"Report to Commander Yukiko, the current road conditions are bad, please drive carefully, over!"
"Copy that, young boy...shi..."
"Call me combatant!"
"Copy that! Childish Combatant!"
The wheels of the Nissan 240SX drove on the gravel road, bumping and undulating, like a wounded dog.
"I'm going to sell it," Miyamoto Yukiko said.
"Why sell it?" Yu Xian asked innocently.
“It’s also good to use an electric car.”
"Don't sell it."
"Why?"
"I want to use this car to go to many places with you in the future."
"When I get old in the future, you will hate me."
The car seemed to hear the conversation between the two, and the whine seemed to get louder.
"Why does such a future have to come?" Yu Xianzhisheng stretched out his hand to tidy up Xuezi's messy hair.
The car began to drive onto the main road, and the traffic situation gradually stabilized.
"Sir Yukiko, please move towards a better future, over!"
"Received, young combatant! Heading towards a better future! over!"
Every little thing becomes different due to the existence of each other, and life therefore has complete meaning. The Nissan 240SX sprays out rainbow-like exhaust gas and travels in the sea of time. It rains lightly on the sky and earth, and the years are torrential. The past has passed and is coming.
is coming.
...
The wireless signal passed through the Tokyo Tower and was transmitted to the Narita District signal transmission tower. It then crossed the heavy drizzle and poured into the intercom in the woman's hand, making a rustling electric sound.
This is Aoi Takura's home. The first floor is dark. A woman is sitting on the second floor combing her hair. There are drinks scattered around and ancient wooden lunch boxes with lids not closed.
She let out a long yawn and listened to the men's voices on the pager:
"The target has rushed towards Daping Street and is out of the daily observation range, over~"
"The second target noticed the deception and smashed the counter of the convenience store. The old woman in the convenience store was being grabbed by the collar and slapped, over~"
"The first target ran out holding a pile of butter buns."
"The target did not find any traces of the police station being cleaned up. The remaining gangsters were being beaten. The second target used a bamboo knife."
"Is the child happy?" the woman asked lazily.
People outside the intercom were stunned.
"First goal, do you look happy?"
"It seems... very happy." The men holding walkie-talkies were hiding in the tall buildings in the dark night.
"Wouldn't it be nice to be happy?" The woman sighed softly.
She picked up the pager and walked downstairs.
A dead pig-like woman was sleeping on the sofa on the first floor, and beer cans were scattered on the floor.
On the floor at the feet of the drunkard, a kitten-like girl was sleeping. Her hair was pale and her body was dazzlingly white, emitting a milky white light in the dark night.
She was covered with a thin quilt and curled up into a small ball.
The woman walked over and kicked Tian Kongkui awake with her feet. The little girl's body was covered with scars from being beaten with bamboo sticks. Thousands of blood flowed down her back densely, and the unscabbed wounds burst open again after being beaten.
Tian Kongkui huddled on the floor with her arms folded, shivering.
The woman kicked her to the ground, her shoes stepped on her head, and a low whimpering sound came from under her feet. The drunk woman on the sofa scratched her belly, turned over and fell asleep again.
"Where is the restroom?" the woman asked, "The one on the second floor is broken."
A small pale hand stretched out from under his feet and pointed in one direction in the room.
The woman moved her feet, walked over, pulled up her long skirt and sat on the toilet, holding up her cheeks. She watched the little girl curl up again and fell asleep. She didn't like this poor creature, it always reminded her of herself.
When I was a child.
The signal on the walkie-talkie kept coming, and there was the sound of urine spraying on the inner wall of the toilet. The men in black trench coats were startled and turned off the walkie-talkies in their hands at the same time, with panicked expressions on their faces.
The woman wiped herself, threw the paper towel into the paper tube, stood up from the toilet, stared at the urine swirling down, and yawned lazily. She was tired of seeing everything in the world, and she actually felt that flushing the toilet was better than those
Eucalyptus eucalyptus is interesting.
She picked up a can of beer from the table, opened it as she walked, took a sip, and walked up to the room on the second floor. Through the gap covered by the curtains, she stared at the home where the lights were not turned off. The Nissan 240SX in the yard was being driven.
After leaving, the two childish ghosts went out in a hurry and didn't even lock the door.
If this goes too far, maybe a tiny camera will be installed.
Fortunately, I have already installed it.
Every corner, every crevice, every lamp socket.
A dragnet with no escape.
His every smile, every word, every stroke drawn under the light, his words to himself, every meal the second target cooked for him, every exchange between the two people, and those The playfulness and awkwardness can all be seen.
She likes this feeling, like raising two white mice in a transparent box for observation.
She opened the curtains and stared at the tall Tokyo Tower in the central area through the drunken rain curtain, the brightly lit embankment, surrounded by stars like a crescent moon, and the undulating high-rise buildings at its feet.
She seemed to be standing on the vast plain, overlooking this huge city, this kingdom of her own.
But among the countless residential buildings with lights on, she could not find her own one, just like the Tokyo Tower she was watching silently, standing alone, connecting the sky and the earth, but unable to approach the human world.
She looked down at her watch and waited quietly.
Just after midnight, the bell rang, and the lights on Tokyo Tower changed. In the breeze and drizzle, the bright red signal lights gradually turned into a dazzling blue halo from bottom to top. That was the official start of the NHK Starlight Awards 's logo.
Bright fireworks spewed high, exploding into huge fireworks, shining silently in her eyes.
Under this fireworks ceremony, people walking on the night road raised their heads and looked up at the sky. People in residential buildings opened their windows and looked over with laughter. Many people in the bar were watching the TV set on the closet. The front desk The reporter stood at the top of Tokyo Tower, smiling and announcing to the whole of Japan the arrival of this annual carnival.
Countless people are waiting for this moment, which heralds a new round of shuffling on the Tokyo rankings, and also heralds the redefinition of the rankings of the top ten colleges after this event.
Money, power, reputation.
This is a super competition to stand on top of Tokyo.
Warmth, dependence, and companionship.
The car stopped beside the embankment of the river.
Miyamoto Yukiko leaned on the car, and Yuzuru sat on the hood of the car holding her legs. Both of them had butter bread in their hands. You took a bite and I took a bite, watching the fireworks rising in the sky.
"Yukiko."
"Um?"
"Please come closer to me."
"so."
"No, not close enough."
"so?"
"Well, that's fine."
Yu Xian leaned over like a cat and kissed her cheek with her creamy lips.
